Family: Today, my grandfather died at the
age of eighty-three, fifteen minutes before when me and
Elnaz were supposed to arrive at his home to visit him and
wish him well-being. It was so sad, to miss him like this.

My mom was at his death bed, and held him when he died. He
was very well aware of what happened around him until the
final moments, but had a hard time talking and moving in his
last week. For all I know, he wished to die sooner, as he
perhaps could not stand himself being weak. His mental image
of himself was always a strong and clear-minded man, which
was breaking after his illness after a few heart attacks he
survived.

He is the nearest person I have lost to death. I tried my
best to not look at his corpse, hoping that the avoiding
will help me keep a better last image of him in my memory.